Holmes and Watson had been sitting in the living room of their flat when they heard the door bang down stairs.
"Mrs. Hudson, Is that you?" Holmes yelled down the stairs.
"Yes, you two, get your butts down here!" Mrs. Hudson yelled up the stairs.
Throwing each other a glance, the two men walked down into the kitchen to see Mrs. Hudson slamming the milk, chicken, and veggies onto the counter.
"Um, is something wrong Mrs. Hudson?" Watson asked in a carful tone.
"No, Nothing! I am not eating tonight, so you two will have to make your own dinner tonight." With that, Mrs. Hudson stormed out of the kitchen.
"What has got our landlady in such a bad mood?" Holmes asked Watson.
"Search me." Watson said. "Do you know how to cook Holmes?"
"No," Holmes said in a gloomy tone, "Do you?"
"Nope."
"Chinese takeout?"
"You bet."